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Chapter 7
Jena and I wanted to tell everyone at work about our good fortune. Jena
picked a Thursday night when we were both working in case some wanted to
go out and celebrate with us.
When everyone returned to the office to write up their assignments, Jena
stood up in front of everyone. "I have an announcement to make. Things
have been going very well for me lately with the promotion to assistant
editor, but now something has topped that. As some of you know, Alex and
I have been dating. Well, I telling everyone that we are now officially
engaged."
A roar of excited applause followed with a flurry of questions.
"No, we haven't set a date and," she laughed, "I am not pregnant. So if
anyone wants to join us tonight at Conway's, we'll have a few drinks to
celebrate our happiness."
A number of us headed to Conway's at 12:30AM, after deadline.
Dan cornered me at the bar at one point in the night.
"I hope you two aren't engaged just to circumvent the editor/employee
policy on relationships," he said.
"No," I assured him, "we are madly in love."
"That's good because we could have somehow gotten around it.
Grandfathered it or something."
"I've had my eye on her for some time now."
"I know you have, buddy," Dan said.
Dan had been a writer, and then turned editor. Though he didn't have to,
he still covered football games on Fridays and other occasional events
because he enjoyed writing. A people-friendly editor, I always felt he
looked out for my best interests and this was no exception. Another
thing I admired about Dan was that last year he finished up a very
bitter divorce. Through it all, he never let it interfere with his job.
I think the job might have been what helped him keep his sanity. It was
his rock.
I told Jena of the conversation Dan and I had and she laughed.
"We had the same conversation."
"This has been really nice," I said. "I'm glad everyone knows about us."
She smiled. "Me, too."
"I hope they are jealous that I'm snuggling up to you all night and
making love to you."
"I love you so much," she said. She kissed me and then said, "One of the
perks of being the assistant editor is that I have second choice of days
off and I arranged for us to have Friday, Saturday and Sunday off. I
want to introduce you to my sister in Gettysburg."
"Have you told her about me? About Stephanie?" I whispered.
"I told her everything about you," she smiled.
"And?"
"And she can't wait to meet you."
"Alex or Stephanie?"
"You," she said.
Because we had Friday and the weekend off from work, we slept in on
Friday before taking off for Gettysburg to see Jena younger sister
Francine. Her sister wasn't going to be home from work until four or so.
Francine worked as an accountant, so we planned on reaching the town in
the afternoon and do a little sightseeing before reaching Francine's at
five, giving her a little time to relax after she reached home. The plan
was that I was going to dress as Stephanie at home so I could meet
Francine as Stephanie.
"I see you as Stephanie," Jena explained, "I want Francine to see you as
Stephanie. I think first impression are what stick with us the most."
I decided to go with grey pinstriped slacks with a matching jacket and a
purple ruffled blouse. I added a (fake) pearl necklace and a shoulder
length auburn wig.
Walking through Gettysburg and seeing some of the battlefield sites, I
wondered how crossdressers handled things before modern times. I've read
that there were some crossdressers here and there through history, but
they were mostly the rich and elite. I wondered how the ordinary
crossdresser made through life in the 1800s. Did they try on their
wife's clothing when she wasn't home? Could you imagine a guy getting
caught crossdressing in those days?
When we arrived at her apartment on a side street, just off Baltimore
Street in Gettysburg, we parked and walked up to the second floor. Jena
knocked and a chubby blonde with a wide smile and welcoming eyes greeted
us. Jena and Francine kissed before we stepped into her tiny kitchen.
"Francine, this is Stephanie. Stephanie, Francine."
We said hi and Francine looked me over. "Wow! I would have never guessed
you were a crossdresser."
"Thanks," I said.
We could see that Francine already had dinner cooking.
"Francine has always been a little homebody, cooking and cleaning and
doing all that stuff," Jena said while Francine blushed and grinned.
"She was doing this while we were growing up so she was always Mom's
favorite."
"Well, you were dad's favorite. You played basketball and golfed with
him all the time."
"You never told me you played golf and basketball."
"Never came up, I guess," she said.
"I love golf."
"I guess you two have a round of golf in your future."
"Maybe next spring," Jena said.
Francine asked us if we needed a drink and asked if we minded sitting at
the dining room table so she could still chat with us as she cooked.
"I hope you like spaghetti," she said. "Secret family recipe."
"Ragu?" Jena asked.
"Yeah," Francine laughed.
My lord, it felt great sitting there at the table with my legs crossed
and hands folded over my lap chatting way, and feeling like one of the
girls. Jena knew, too. She leaned over to me.
"Are you doing okay?" she asked.
"I'm doing great," I said.
"I could tell."
After dinner, Jena helped Francine clean up.
"I feel awkward that I'm not helping," I said. "It's not my nature."
Francine then said, "Maybe later on can slip on one of your French maid
uniforms and help clean up my apartment."
Then suddenly she realized she may have said too much and apologized.
"Don't apologize," I said. "You have made me feel some welcome I can't
believe it. You are accepting me for who I am. And you seem so
comfortable with me that you can make a joke."
I had a lump in my throat and felt my eyes getting misty.
Francine walked over to where I was sitting. She gave me a hug and
kissed my cheek.
After they cleared dinner and filled the dishwasher, we sat at the table
and had coffee.
"I think Francine has some questions to ask you about your
crossdressing," Jena said. "I hope you don't mind. I told her you were
pretty open with me about everything and you'd probably be the same with
her."
"Sure," I smiled.
Francine leaned forward with an inquisitive light in her eyes. "How did
it feel to have someone's penis pressed against your cheek? And in front
of your therapist?"
I took a deep breath. I didn't realize Jena had told Francine
everything.
I finally spoke, "It felt awkward to say the least."
"How you ever touched another man's penis before this?"
"No, this was the first time."
"And then it was on your lips? What was the first thing you think of as
in describing his penis?"
"Like how is physically felt?"
"Yeah."
"It was weird because it felt hard and soft at the same time. When he
thumped it on my face I couldn't believe how much weight it had to it."
Suddenly, I wasn't embarrassed. It was like I was one of the girls
again, chatting about our first sexual encounters with a man.
"I'm sorry if I'm asking so many questions," Francine apologized, "but
this just fascinates me."
"I don't mind."
"When the secretary came in and you showed her how you kissed his penis,
how did you feel?"
"Initially, I felt good about it. I was helping Ken. I think he knows
he's gay, but doesn't want to admit it. This is really helping him
understand his feeling, especially when he stole my panties."
"He stole your panties?"
"That really made me feel feminine. Someone stole my panties. How many
women can say that?"
"I can't," Francine said.
"Neither can I," Jena said, but I had stolen hers early in our
relationship.
Francine took a deep breath and smiled. "I can't believe you are kissing
a man's penis to help him find his identity. That's amazing. I would
have been so embarrassed, I think. Did you kiss it all over? Like from
the top to the base."
"From tip to the base and all in between."
"Did you ever feel embarrassed?"
"I felt a little embarrassed at first," I said, "especially when I
walked in in my pink babydoll."
"I bet you looked great," Francine said, "probably better than me."
"I felt better when I had to pull down Ken's pants and saw he had an
erection and thought about that I actually gave him that erection."
"Yes, that's a nice feeling, isn't it," Francine grinned.
Jena spoke, "Tell her how big he is."
"Seven inches and thick," I said.
"Wow!" Francine said. "No wonder it thumped against you face."
Francine bit her bottom lip.
"What do you want to ask?" Jena said to her sister.
"Did he have an orgasm?"
"No," I said.
"If he was erect, he must have been, how do I say, dripping. Did you
taste any of that? Was it your first taste?"
"He was dripping a bit," I said. "He rubbed it on my face and then when
Bridgette came in and I kissed all over, I tasted it on the tip of his
penis."
"What did it taste like?"
"Kind of musty," I said, "but I really didn't get a good taste."
"I feel like we are school girl's talking about our first sexual
experiences," Francine giggled.
"Me, too," I said.
"Tell her what is going to happen in your next session?"
"I'm helping Ken by taking it a bit further. We are going to simulate
intercourse and some other things, but all simulations. No actual sex.
I'm not gay."
Francine shook her head. "I'm totally amazed at the lengths you will go
to help someone. You are a special person."
Then Francine sighed.
"What's the matter?" Jena asked.
"I wish I was as happy as you two are with your work. I just sit in a
cubicle all day and calculate numbers. Talk about boring."
"Like the guys on Office Space? I asked.
"Yeah, just like those guys. It drives me crazy. Then I really don't a
life outside of work. I moved down here for the job, but in two years I
haven't really made any close friends and decided to quit dating."
She rolled her eyes at that.
"You're going to quit dating?" Jena questioned. "Bad experiences?"
"I dated a guy from Maryland who thinks the South is going to rise
again. I dated another guy who I thought was nice. We even had sex a
couple times and then the third times in bed I let him tie me up."
"Oh, no," I said.
"Not a worse feeling in the world to know you made a mistake like that."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jena asked.
"I can leave," I said.
"No, you don't have to. It's just that he was into making me lick his
ass and to lick his balls, slapping my face with his cock."
"I've had my face slapped by a cock."
"That was a little different," she said. "You could have left if you
wanted to and you were giving to someone to help them. I would have
licked his balls if it would help someone."
"Yeah, it was different," I admitted.
"Then he was getting into what he called DTD."
"Eeeew."
"What's that?" I asked, feeling a bit na?ve.
"Dick to death," Jena said.
"He was holding my head to the base of his cock and making me gag. He
was face-fucking me. I like giving a blowjob, but that was a little
much."
"How did it end?"
"He came on my face and then took some pictures with his cellphone. I
think he took some earlier too."
"What a sleeze!" he snapped.
"It's over with," Francine said. "He then untied one hand and left. I
guess, so I wouldn't kill him."
I felt Jena placed her hand on my thigh and she nodded at me.
"Steph, why don't you tell Francine what happened to you in college when
you told your girlfriend Diane in college that you crossdressed."
* * *
Diane and I were getting serious. We met about six months earlier and
things progressed rapidly. She stood at 5-9 and possessed a full-figure
with girl-next-door looks: brown eyes, shoulder-length brunette hair and
athletic.
We both were journalism majors and took many of the same courses over
the past couple of years and became friends. Finally, I asked her out on
a date.
After our first, I was in love. We laughed at the same things and just
had a great time. After about two weeks, we began seeing each other
every day. Sex was great. She didn't care that I wasn't endowed. Then
one day, because we were serious, I decided to be honest with her.
"I need to tell you something," I said. "I'm a crossdresser."
She sat silently.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I don't want to be a woman and I'm not a drag
queen. And I'm not gay. Most crossdresser are not gay."
Still she sat in silence.
"I thought I should tell you because how serious our relationship has
become. Can you say something?"
"I think I need time to think about it."
That's when I thought that I should have kept my big mouth shut. I left,
but called later in the night. Diane still wasn't ready to talk about
it.
I called her every day for a week until she was finally ready to talk,
but all she said, "I want to see you dressed as a woman."
"I'll bring my clothes over and change," I said. "What do you want me to
wear?"
"Dress like you would if you were going out. Like dressy, but not too
dressy."
I arrived at her apartment with my clothes. I changed in her bathroom. I
came out in a nice skirt, blouse, bra, panties, and heels. I also
sported a brown, shoulder-length wig and lipstick with no other makeup.
She was just the second woman who had seen me dressed in women's
clothing.
She looked me over. "You need more makeup on if you look presentable. Do
you want me to teach you how to put on makeup?"
"I would love that," I said.
"I see that you shaved you legs. Did you do that just for tonight? I
don't think I ever seen them shaved before."
"I did it just for tonight. I quit shaving my body when we started
dating because I thought you might think that was weird."
"Take off you blouse and skirt," she ordered.
I removed the blouse and skirt. I stand in front of her in a white bra
with a few panties in the cups for padding and a white bikini with lots
of lace.
She looked me over and led me into the bathroom to teach me about
makeup. It wasn't long before I had an erection. After the makeup
lesson, I tried to kiss her, but she stopped me.
"We need to talk," she said. "Things are now changed between us. Before
I was thinking about us in the long term, like marriage, but that has
changed. I can't see myself living with you or marrying a crossdresser.
I still really like you and want to see you, but I really don't see us
staying together after graduation."
I was stunned to say the least.
"I'm the same person I was before," I creid.
"Yes, but the person I saw before was a lie."
We argued a bit, which, looking back must have been humorous with me
standing there pleading in my bra, panties and heels. It sort of set the
tone for our relationship after that.
She said, "I could deal with you having a small penis, but that with
crossdressing is too much."
"So we are breaking up?"
"If you want to, but I want to keep seeing you here at college until we
graduate this spring and I move back home."
I wasn't happy about it, but I agreed to still see her, hoping that I
could convince her to change her mind.
"And about sex," she said. "There will be no more intercourse. It didn't
really satisfy at all. You will, of course, still perform oral sex on me
and there will no longer be any blowjobs."
"So what about me?" I asked.
"Pull down your panties and jerk off for me," she said.
"Now?"
"Yes, now."
I did so and it didn't take long. Afterwards, she made me lick up my
cum.
"I've always wanted to see a guy do that," she said.
From January to May, she had a crossdressing servant. I clean and cooked
for her - always dressed fem. Many times just in lingerie or underwear.
Many times leaving me aroused and forced to go home without relief. When
I did get relief, it was through jerking off in front of her. On special
occasions, she gave me a handjob. I always ate my own cum afterwards.
I performed oral sex on her almost daily. Sometimes I would arrive, on
her orders, early in the morning, let myself in, and dress fem with full
makeup. Then I'd go into her bedroom, perform oral sex on her. Then I
would change back to Alex and we would go to class.
Some weekends, I would spend the entire weekend dressed fem at her
apartment. Diane even began going on dates with other men and I would
help her get ready for them. After the dates, she would come home and I
would perform oral sex on her. Sometimes it wasn't just her juices in
there.
"Ewww," Francine moaned. "And you kept doing it?"
"I was in love. I thought if I stopped she wouldn't love me anymore."
"And she took advantage of it," Jena said.
I did confront her about it, but she said, "So what? You eat your own
cum. What difference does it matter? You can leave anytime you want."
"She knew you weren't going to leave," Francine said.
"Yeah, I didn't leave. I stayed."
She began taking out of the apartment dressed. At first we went to
places out of town. She took me to stores and I tried on clothes for
her. We would go to Applebee's or TGIF's and she would make me do things
like let my skirt fall at the salad bar and pretend I didn't notice. I
would be walking around picking out vegetable in front of everyone in my
underwear.
"And you did that?" Francine asked.
"I was 21 year-old and I was in love. With something like that, I always
got a handjob from here."
"I'd love to see that," she laughed. "I'd give you a handjob for that."
"Hey," Jena scolded.
Then she started making me do things in town. I was always afraid I
would be recognized, but I never was. But one day, I was dressed in a
corset, g-string, hose, and heels and there was a knock on the door.
Diane sat at her kitchen table and I was about to make lunch for her.
"Answer the door," she ordered.
I begged her, but finally I went over to the door and opened it. Three
of Diane's friends stood there.
"Let them in," Diane said.
They looked me over and I ended up making them lunch as well. They
teased me and laughed at me, but, in a way, it was exciting, too. Before
they left, I showed them my little penis and I jerk off for them.
"And you ate your cum, right?" Jena said.
"Yes, I did."
Diane also told them that I wore panties every day and if they wanted to
see them they could. All they had to do was asked. If I didn't show them
then I would be punished.
"What a bitch," Francine said.
At first they asked me about my underwear and I would be in the hallway
or walking in the library and they would be happy if I just pulled up my
waistband a little. Then they wanted to see more. A couple times in the
library, I had to pull down my jeans and show them my panties and a few
people saw me.
Towards one of the last days of classes, one of them ordered to see my
panties in class. She demanded that I take down my jeans but I couldn't
do it and walked out of the class. I found Diane, and she said not to
worry. It was okay.
One of last nights before graduation, she invited me over and wanted to
dress very sexy so "we could have some fun." I thought she meant her and
me, but soon found out that she meant otherwise.
I wore a short pink skirt, a white lace blouse, a black bra with a
matching g-string. I also had on a black, tight waist cincher with
garter hooks to fishnet hose. I topped the outfit off with black five-
inch heels.
When I arrived at Diane's apartment, she and her friends were waiting
for me.
"We have a surprise for you," Diane said as she put a blindfold and
headphones on my head and tied my hands behind my back.
They led me out the door and into a car. We drove around a bit for about
two minutes before we all go out. I had no idea where we were at. This
was when Diane told me that this was my punishment for not showing my
panties to her friend in class. It was also my good-bye present from
her.
They helped me up a few step into a house. Though I couldn't hear, I
could feel the vibration of music. I was led again up several steps. My
headphones were removed and wrists were released as loud dance music
pulsed. A guy told me I was standing on a small platform about ten feet
in the air and all around me were my classmates dancing at a frat party.
On the platform was Greg, one of the frat members. He yelled out to the
dancers: "This is Stephanie. She is going to dance all night for us."
Everyone cheered. Then he whispered to me. "Alex, if you don't do what
we say we will tell everyone who you are. Now start dancing and don't
stop until we tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said meekly.
He laughed. "Say yes, Sir Greg."
"Yes, Sir Greg."
"I'm going to remove the steps so don't move much. You'll fall about ten
feet down,"
"Okay, Sir Greg," I said and I heard it over the stereo. Everyone
cheered.
I dance in one spot for about an hour. Then I heard Greg over the P.A.
"Stephanie, can you hear me?"
"Yes," I said, trying to keep a female voice so no one could recognize
me.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir Greg."
A roar of laughter filled the air.
"Stephanie, just to keep us entertained with more than your fabulous
dancing, we want you to take off an article of clothing, but don't take
off those sexy high heels."
I remember I had a bracelet on and removed it. The crowd booed.
A little later, I heard Greg again, telling me to remove another article
of clothing. What could I do? Slowly, I began unbuttoning my blouse and
took it off.
"Throw it out and let it fall to the crowd," he said.
I did so. Now my bra and waist cincher were visible.
Of course, thirty minutes later, I was told to remove another article of
clothing. I hate choices like this. If I removed my skirt, I would be
dancing in my undies. If I removed my bra, they would see I was a guy.
I unzipped my skirt and let it fall. I carefully bent my knees, keeping
my balance so I wouldn't fall off the platform to pick up my skirt. I
threw it to the crowd. Now I was dancing in lingerie.
Later, I heard Greg shouted, "What do you want Stephanie to take off
now?"
Then began the chant of: Panties! Panties! Panties!
"You better do what they say," Greg said, "if you want to keep me
happy."
By now I was so hurt and out of it that I rolled down my g-string and
step out of it. I started dancing again with my tiny cock full visible.
Laughter was everywhere.
Even through my blindfold I could see flashes from cameras going off.
"It's a guy."
"Look how tiny his cock is!"
"Maybe it's a girl with a big clitoris."
Jena interrupted me. "When he told me this story, I wanted to just hold
him forever."
"I can see why?" Francine said. "So how did it end?"
After three hours, my legs were killing me. People were drenching me
with beer and my platform was getting slippery. I was terrified that I
was going to fall.
Finally, someone led off the platform. It was then I realized that I was
only about six-inch or so off the ground. I was led through the crowd.
They stopped and people posed for pictures with me. They told me to
smile. They then led me to the front of the house and took off my
blindfold.
Only Diane stood there.
?I know how much you seem to like being the center of attention and
humiliated,? she said. ?I thought this would be an excellent send off
for you. This was my good-bye gift to you.?
She hand me my g-string.
?I?m staying at the party. You?re welcome to stay or you can walk back
to my apartment. I left your keys on the porch.?
I slipped on my g-string and walked several blocks to her apartment with
people beeping at me and whistling. Then after I got my keys, I walked
to my apartment. To this day, I don?t know who saw me or didn?t at that
party.
?It must have embarrassing to stand there and dance like that without
your panties,? Francine said. She around the table and gave me another
hug. ?I can?t believe the way they treated you just because you are a
little different. I glad Jena found you and can love you up.?
?I am, too.?
?Can I ask a question??
?Yes,? I said.
?Really, how big is your penis??
?Not big,? I said. ?Soft it?s only ? an inch.?
?Oh, my,? she said.
?Stephanie,? Jena said, ?why don?t you show her.?
I looked at Jena curiously. This was her sister.
?Go ahead,? Jena said.
I stood. I slipped off my heels; then I undid my slacks and slid them
down.
?Nice, thigh highs,? Francine said.
?Thank you,? I said as I stood there in my black lace boyshorts.
?Go ahead,? Jena said.
I pulled down my panties down.
?Oh, my,? Francine echoed. ?It is small, but I can see why Jena likes
it. It?s cute.?
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